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Give me your rentboys, your whores, your not quite monogamous masses yearning to. Well. You know.

Location: A room. Of some sort.
Time: Not important, but probably late afternoon to early evening.

Seth Cuthbert, a small, slight boy with short Holocaust survivor hair stepped into the room. He stared at each of the gray walls, then sat down on a couch that seemed to be one of the main decorative features. After a moment, he was confronted by the entrance of another boy, an equally small, pretty sort of a boy in a top hat and a cravat. They were men's clothes, although the boy looked hardly older than sixteen. Seth blinked. "Hello," he said.

"Hello," said the pretty boy. "I'm the Saint. Who are you?"

"I'm Seth Cuthbert," said Seth, slightly puzzled. "You're a saint?"

"No. The Saint. It is different," the Saint informed him laboriously, and sat down next to him on the couch, a good deal closer than Seth would have liked. "And now," he added. "We wait."

"We wait for what?" asked Seth somewhat nervously. There was something fundamentally indecent about the Saint.

The Saint shrugged. "For the people to come. I expect they will. I," he added, with a flourish of one hand, "am a magnet. For people. Pretty people especially."

"I think you give yourself too much credit," said Seth

"You're here, aren't you?" pointed out the Saint.

Seth looked blank, then settled down to pout for a bit.

The Saint waited patiently, toying a bit with his top hat brim.


Jun. 17th, 2007 07:44 pm (UTC)
"Dunno," Terence said. "You looked like the one who was closest to my age, for one, except the Saint, who I think I already met - Biblically - before, anyway - and you looked really awkward." He continued with the very important business of kissing. "You know, I really like awkward boys."
Jun. 18th, 2007 02:05 am (UTC)
"Thank you?" Seth tried, a little confused. "Well, you'd have to, if you love Mr. Stanton...um, George, um. Whatever I'm supposed to call him."
Jun. 18th, 2007 03:13 pm (UTC)
"I don't know, probably whatever," Terence considered. "I used to call him Georgie, but I guess I shouldn't. Now that we're not. You know. Whatever."
Jun. 18th, 2007 08:24 pm (UTC)
"Still," Seth replied, brushing hands with a degree of fascination over the lines of Terence's chest, "it's whatever you think is right, I think. I know he misses you."
Jun. 18th, 2007 09:36 pm (UTC)
"Mm," Terence said, with a singular lack of conviction. "Oh you have like a million years to stop doing that it feels good - anyway. Anyway. It just. It doesn't make any sense, that's what he said, and I don't know whether you'd noticed but everything has to make sense for him. All the time."
Jun. 19th, 2007 06:12 pm (UTC)
"I had noticed," Seth admitted. "It's kind of funny, sometimes, but I imagine it would be sort of aggravating in the wrong situation."
Jun. 19th, 2007 09:33 pm (UTC)
"Yeah," Terence muttered, "like in bed which I really shouldn't be telling you ever oh shit." He colored.
Jun. 19th, 2007 10:01 pm (UTC)
Seth, his face rapidly going through the color spectrum, gave new meaning to the concept of uncomfortable silence.
Jun. 19th, 2007 10:05 pm (UTC)
"I didn't know people could turn that color," Terence observed, outlining the blush with his fingertips.
Jun. 19th, 2007 10:32 pm (UTC)
"It's an underappreciated talent," Seth said, shivering a little under Terence's fingers. "And damn. Now I feel bad, because I really am enjoying this, and er, the previous night day thing, and you're in love with my English teacher, and I'm intruding. Is it, you know, okay?"
Jun. 19th, 2007 10:38 pm (UTC)
"If it wasn't okay I wouldn't have started. Wouldn't've even given you a back massage." Terence kissed Seth on the forehead. "You can be in love with one person and still like a lot of other people, I think, especially when that one person doesn't want you at all."
Jun. 19th, 2007 11:13 pm (UTC)
"You," Seth remarked, "have a really interesting grasp of logic." He kissed Terence again, with a somewhat surprising vehemence.
Jun. 19th, 2007 11:15 pm (UTC)
"Mm," Terence said, and kissed back very hard, remembering only belatedly not to touch any part of the boy's front in any way ever.
Jun. 19th, 2007 11:41 pm (UTC)
"That. That's. Oh." Seth swallowed rather awkwardly around Terence's mouth. "I won't turn into a pumpkin if you slip your hands under my shirt, you know. Just be careful not to hurt it, okay? It's not that I...it's just that..." he frowned. "It's complicated?"
Jun. 19th, 2007 11:50 pm (UTC)
"So I can? And you'll tell me if I - you know?" He tentatively skimmed nervous fingers around the bruised edges of Seth's breasts, and kissed him again, in an attempt to distract both from the strained dealings under Seth's shirts.
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